Bye Earth

Heaven awaits me

so far away my soul takes me

beyond the clouds...

down below I see

they don't have a clue

what is happening to me.

So busy,

busy

no time

problems are like sucking on a lime.

High above all the stupid stuff

the fluff

the huff

the puff

no wolf can blow my house down!

I'm not on the ground.

No longer hear the devil's angry sound.

Like a scary movie,

always anticipating a fight,

body often ready to take a flight

evil frequently in sight.

So grateful for the planes above,

they remind me of that Holy Spirit dove.

Nicholl McGuire

No Confession, No Change

Focused on the act
sit back and complain about lack.
A man with an attitude like a thumbtack.

No confession, no change.
Headed down a rabbit hole for the mentally deranged.
Met this one before, it never takes long before he
walks around sore.

A man easily offended over the littlest of things, he hides his truth--sometimes sings.

I questioned the Jesus he claimed to know,
the wayward believer was in a boat he didn't want to help row.

Jesus was to act on his command,
despite the fact the man could prevent sinking in quicksand.
But he didn't want to take Jesus by the hand.

There is no confession, no apology, no newness
only business...money, money that is the name of his game.
Juvenile excuses for not reading the Bible, trusting in God--they were lame.

He appreciates moments where he gets his five minutes of fame.
Lust women, shake hands with men, looks for someone to condone his sins.
Attention seek, the man acts as if he is not weak.
God provided the discerning with an information leak.

No confession, no change.
Headed down a rabbit hole for the mentally deranged.
Met this one before, it never takes long before he
walks around sore.

Nicholl McGuire